A restless feeling deep in the core of my being makes me wonder about the person I have come to be. I remember songs my mother sang when I was small and held, songs of ‘shall I be rich, shall I be poor.’ At times I feel as though I can’t sit still, but have no energy to do anything of worth.

Inevitable are the winds that blow change among us all. There is no mountain, or valley, that accomplishes a barrier to keep us from moving forward in our journey. So with eyes wide open, observe every bump in the road. For it is the bumps which makes you who you are.